This space started in 2016 with my desperate need to write in English.

You see, my mother tongue is Portuguese. However, 10 years ago, I left sunny Lisbon and filled my days with Amsterdam clouds. Not daring to learn proper Dutch, my days are filled with English. I breathe and live in this language that, wanting or not, attached itself to my character.

I am a different person in English. So it’s only natural that my childhood habit of purging words faster than any human being can catch also turned to English.

So here we are! A new beginning for this page.

Words were always my type of art—paper, the only place where I could let my thoughts bubble out unrestrained. And believe me, I have no shortage of thoughts because I have no shortage of emotions. And since I decided long ago I must tame myself to live in this world, I will be sort of unfiltered here.

I also decided that it was time to write the damn book! Not the one I started at age 15 years old (God forbid someone to read that half done manuscript), but a new one, a better one (one can just hope).

So you can come with me on this adventure. I will write about the process, dump ideas, short sentences, quotes, pieces of my soul that will be (one day) on those pages, wishful thinking, and daydreams.

It could be that all will make sense in the end. It could be that it will never get published. Either way, I will do it—for myself at 40 and for my 15-year-old self. She will be proud.

And if you have something to say, be welcome. Just remember to be kind.